Astronomy

Green Oasis in the midst of burning sands. Milk ed Maidens in garb of headdress band. Soaked in milk and butters cream. Supple like the grass, taught like the reed. Come back to me, fall back to your Leige. The dry hollowed Papyrus unlocks the Sundials mystery. Tells not the tale of my voyaged seventh sea. Sarcophagus be damned. I will procure the scarab from the Genie, the Cyclops, Jason, or whomever holds the Goldening, that was fleeced from me. I will take my birthright from their blooding hands. As the Nile bleeds onto the fertile crescent lands. See it in your Astronomy. Canopic jar it with your gland. The Sphinx's eyes gleam and Sirius, it shines for me. By God's own hand.